Wet spot

Lauren sat up. For a moment she was confused. Why wasn't she in her bedroom, why was she sleeping on a futon? Then the events of the last few days came flooding back to her. She groaned, remembering what an embarrassing wreck her life had become.

"Lauren, breakfast!" She heard her mother calling from the kitchen.

Sighing, Lauren threw aside the blankets. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw a large wet spot on her shorts, right over her crotch. Oh god, had she wet herself? She soon realized that wasn't it. In fact the unwanted moisture was due to her sexual dream and general state of arousal. Basically, her crotch had soaked her clothes. Despite being alone she blushed furiously at the revelation.

"Lauren!" Her mother called again.

But Lauren couldn't go out like this. She staggered up and threw open one of her bins of old clothes. Hurriedly she shrugged off the shorts, tossing them aside before digging through her childhood clothes to find something to wear...